That about sums it up. Landed a nice job recently which I had been chasing, oh, about 13 years, so I finally bought myself a Jeep. Been sucking it up for a long dadgum time driving something super economical ( Honda Civic.) and (gag) responsible, and things just sort of worked out where it was time.
Grew up on a farm but I ain't a farmer so I don't need a truck. I do a little fishing, hunt a little, but mostly I'm a dude and I just can't stand driving something that makes me feel like a dadgum pair of khaki slacks on wheels. I gotta work in and around LA but I don't have to drive a *$^% Prius. Nothing wrong with Priusseseses but if you want to get the equiv of a testicotomy, just rent one sometime. Good gracious.
So I don't need a jeep. I have no tactical reason. I don't live up a 35% dirt grade. I don't have 10 miles a day of fence to fix.
I'm a $^%* man and I want one. Ha ha! That's it! That's the only reason . And as Darwinian as it seems, I just feel better driving something that I look and feel like I was born in.
It's funny- back home dirt is everywhere. Getting stuck is a daily part of life in cattle gaps, pasture lanes and peanut fields. In SoCal I actually have to travel to find a dirt road. Gotta plan a weekend getaway to spin a tire.
Don't matter. Still feel like a girl, in a car.
So we got us a jeep.
Found one I liked in Denver, drove it back to LA. Here are a few pics from the trip. Needs a few things; tires being number one. I'd take any suggestions, planning so far to go with 31s. (10.5)
Oh. And I might as well get this out of the way now. I wanted an automatic. You know what- I'm 46 freakin years old, I've shifted gears exactly 8,792,432 times in everything from Italian sports cars to old farm trucks and I'm pretty tired of it. I may regret it the first time my battery dies, but I'll get over it. The 405 at 4:45 is a bitch with granny low.
And it's as slow as molasses. It's a 4-banger. Every hill has me hunting the far right lane. (I stay the ^$%& out of the far left anyway, unless I'm passing........................................... ..................................)
But I don't care one wit. I freakin love my dadgum Jeep. Swear to God it feels like I always had it. We'll take her out to the trails when the weather is bad. Give it a work out.
'Er ya go.